City of God

City of God Damn! The chicken is gone!|Get her, mister!

If the picture is good|I will work in a newspaper.

You are playing with your life|for a photograph?

Do you think that I am in the mood|to see the f***ing gang?

The chicken, bro!

The chicken I told you, a**hole!

Get the chicken!

If Ze gets you,|you're dead.

He has to find me first.

Hey, kid! Get the chicken!

- The cops!|- Don't run!

Buttheads! Mothefuckers!

A photo might|have changed my life...

but in the City of God,|if you run you're dead...

...if you stay,|you're dead again.

It has always been like that|since I was a kid.

IN THE 60's

- You are so useless.|- Fetch the ball.

Hey, kid! Give me the ball.

You are not giving it to me?

F*** you.|What's your name?

Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Rocket.

Do not give the ball|to the kid, he stinks.

This is Hairy.

The story of the City of God|starts with him.

However, Hairy's story|is connected to the Mortes Trio story.

The truck is coming.|Why are you fooling around?

TRIO MORTES STORY

Trio Mortes|the legends of the City of God!

Hairy.

Snatcher.

And Naive.

With them, Kid and|Benny, Hairy's brother.

I did not have enough courage|to go with my brother.

Come Naive!

Let's go!

Stop or I'll shoot,|f***ing a**hole.

Get out!

Quick, a**hole.|Give me the money!

Who wants gas?

Oh! You wanna die for money|that is not yours?

Lots of money here!

Damn! The cops!

Quickly!|They are everywhere!

Then, I thought that|Trio Mortes...

was the toughest gang |in Rio.

But they were just amateurs.

Even my bro, Naive.

Give these to dad|but do not tell him it's from me.

Hairy, come and see what I've got!

We came to the City of God|to find paradise.

Lots of people were homeless|due to the floods...

and the fire|they set in the ghetto.

They are going to bring electricity!

The big bosses, however,|didn't like the homeless.

Without electricity, without|roads, without buses.

The rich people...|They don't give a damn about us

It has nothing to do with the|Rio De Janeiro you see in postcards.

Do you think I am going to be|a lifeguard when I grow up?

I don't know.

It is better to be a|lifeguard than a fisherman.

I don't want to be a fisherman,|I will stink.

- Are you insulting your father?|- No.

- What do you want to become?

I sure don't want to be a gangster|or a cop.

I do not want to get killed.

Drop it, Kid.

Are you pointing a gun at me?

The kid is with me.

I am a gangster, too.

- Not many bottles in it.|- We rob trucks every day.

We have to hit a rich|house to get out of here.

No, you have to|follow my plan.

Look who's talking!

He is so stoned, he|doesn't know what he is talking about!

You are both not as|worthy as the kid.

What are you thinking, Kid?

The gun doesn't make you a robber.|You need ideas.

The kid had ideas.

Is this the Motel?

We get the money and leave.|No killings!

- Give it to me.|- Leave me alone!

Don't you give this|sh*t to me!

You're acting like a baby.

- Here's yours.|- Awesome!

Do not be hasty. You're staying here|as look-out.

If you see cops,|shoot that window.

Why doesn't he stay as the look-out?

This was my plan.|He is good for nothing!

Ok, you had the idea.|But you're just a kid!

Cover us.

Your turn is going to come.|Don't be so hasty.

Stay here.

This is a hold up, b*tch.

You should be at school|or at work.

You do not look like robbers.

Shut up, b*tch!

Ok, Snatcher?

Are we going in?

- I did not order anything.|- It's on the house! Your money!

Take it easy. All I want is your money.

Hey, pal!|What is this mess?

Are you a church boy?

Give it to me!

You are old, and ugly.

Do you want to f*** her?

Police! Let's beat it!

Take the car.|I'm gonna bring the kid.

- It went wrong. The kid is missing!|- They are shooting, let's go!

- You said you could drive.|- I can, cool down.

Turn! Watch it!

- You a**hole!|- I didn't do it on purpose.

No-one saw a thing.|Don't say a word, OK?

I twisted my leg!

- Naive is hit!|- It hurts!

Take him to the woods.|I will try to distract the cops.

God help us.

Get the phone.

Shortie. Infamous in the City.|I will talk about him later.

It hurts, godammit!

Shut up!|You're acting like a sissy.

Give me your hand!

A whole car runs|into a bar...

and no-one saw a thing?

As always. No-one sees,|no-one knows a thing.

- What's up, Shortie?|- They are hiding in the woods.

I think they |are hiding in the woods.

They are in the woods.

Fillipe, lock the car.|Rantzel, come with me.

Pitch black.|How do they see?

They stole a fortune|from the motel...

- What if we took the money?|- Are you out of your mind?

I do not want any trouble.|I just want to eliminate them.

Since when is it a crime|to steal from n*ggers and robbers?

I know a snitch in the City.

Did you hear the shootings?|If I find one of them, I will shoot him!

Maracana!|Open the door!

They are after me!

The police are after me!|Hide me!

Come inside.

Sh*t, the cops are|still down there.

- I had a vision, Naive.|- Did you smoke anything?

You had a job, right?|How was it? What did they say to you?

I worked for my father.|Fathers say bullshit.

I'm leaving. I do not want to die.|I am not meant to be a gangster.

- The cops are down there.|- I don't care.

I am going back to the church.

"I am the resurrection|and the life...

He that believeth in me,|though he were dead, yet shall he live...

And whosoever liveth| and believeth in me...

shall never die..."

Stop, or I'll shoot!

"He that believeth in me,|though he were dead, yet shall he live..."

The robbery in the motel|was the most bloodstained in history.

The gangsters fortunes|changed paths.

He couldn't have|been a gangster.

He is a worker.

Snatcher was|in God's hands.

Hairy was caught|in the Bernice's net.

and Naive was|in my father's hands.

Why are you doing this?|You will be working with me!

Your brother is|going to look after you.

If I ever catch you with money| that is not yours, I'll kill you!

This goes for you too.|Put on your work clothes!

If your brother is a gangster|you are affected as well!

Don't worry.|He will get over it.

These things are not for you!|You go and study.

Aren't you afraid of being killed?

You are smart -|you have to go to college.

I attend school because|I do not like working.

Promise me that you are|never gonna touch this weapon.

Quickly. I will sell|lots of fish. Do not laugh!

You smiled when father|hit me.

What's wrong?|Cat got your tongue?

I'm thinking how to tell you.

You're gonna fry your brain|if you think so much.

My heart chose you.|I am listening to my heart.

Are you kidding?

Have you never head|of love at first sight?

- Gangsters do not love.|- You always talk to me in a bad way.

- Gangsters seduce.|- I am not going to lose my peace.

Gangsters do not stop -|just take a break.

- You know nothing of love.|- This is no love; it is a joke.

I love you.

You might convince me|in the end.

After the robbery, police|did raids in the ghetto.

Everyday, someone was sent to jail,|someone was sold out.

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